Pathological

Everyone's looking
Like crossing the scene of a crash
A morbid curiosity
Tugging at their noses

Eyes prying
Trying to catch a glimpse of blood
A body
Some passing sense of loss

Lips whisper
Like they know secrets
And God
Has commanded they flow like a river

None are satisfied
Until the sound, almost inaudible
Tickles their hungry ears
Satiating sick desire

A heart tearing
Confirming that others are feeling
What once we have all felt
Sorrow